When I'm in strength training class and people have to be tools and make fun of me because I can't lift as much as them. It's called "strength training", not "let's compare dick sizes".
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
we went out of town, and for some reason my mom washed clothes over there which i didnt know she did. she asked my father to pack them and he didnt pack it
I hate that I have to write a dumb fuck paper about a "passion" I have but relate it to the class and cite articles from our class. I got nothing. AHHHH!!!
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FML
But what's grinding my gears at the moment is the fact that for some reason I keep thinking it's the middle of the week while it's still Monday! :P